Another ‘normal’ day...

Press, 13 September 1988, Page 34

Another ‘normal’ day...

By

Hilary Jones,

aged 11,

of Geraldine High School Today I’m really mad. I mean, really, really mad. I’m almost going up the wall.

The dog chewed up my tennis ball, The one that cost me two pounds fifty. The hot pink one, I thought was nifty. I had my breakfast, of cold toast, I grabbed the letters; but missed the post. After the post van I did run, Missed him again; what’ll I tell Mum.

I couldn’t find my uniform — the belt on it had gone all wrong.

And when, at last, I was dressed, I’d made a hole in my school vest.

So, hole well-hidden, under coat, I left for school and forgot a note

And half-way down Mackenzies Lane, You guessed it ... It began to rain And you know what, The coat I had brought, Was not the keep-out-water sort. And when I came to the school gate, I was three-quarters of an hour late. I trudged inside, all mad and lame. The teacher said, “Jones, you’re late, again.” My teacher’s name is Mr Menention, And for my lateness, I got detention. In the classroom I found my powers. I thought up plans for hours and hours. And when I finally chose the one, I thought up how it could be done. I went off home at half-past-three, At least part of the day had been good for me. When I got home Mum said, "Hello dear,” Unfortunately I didn’t hear. Straight away, up the stairs I ran; Full of my “ingenious” plan. Soon I was in the bedroom, dreaming. And oh, what plans my head was scheming. Suddenly my eyes opened wide. My plan was so-o-o-o mean, I nearly died. I left for school before it started, My hair let loose, but neatly parted.

I arrived at the gate, at a quarter to nine. I said, “That sure will do me fine.”

I put the things out on the table, All sorts of junk and some wire cable. When the teacher arrived at school, The plan was set, and I was reading on my stool. Little did he know, but with the playtime bell, His desk would blow up, and the chair as well. His eyes were on me, from across the room. The playtime bell went, and... KABOOM! Up went the teacher’s desk Up went his stencils! Up went his chair and his books! Up went his pencils! I ran outside, trying not to laugh. The teacher’s desk was split in half. The teacher then came steaming out, He took a deep breath and began to shout. His face went red and then he said, “Who did that?” “I did,” I said. He said, “I might have guessed,,. . it’s always you and never the rest” He sent me inside. And came quickly in after. I was trying to stop from bursting out with laughter. “Jones, I realise what you’ve done, ‘ I hope you’re prepared to tell your Mum.” I was forced down the hall to ring Mum up, “Gidday Mum (my favourite “youth!”) “School is lovely, now the truth ... The ' actually thought* he might. Expel me from school for a fortnight The problem is, I blew up his chair, And his desk, and his spare wig of hair. And then, when all of that was done, He said I had to ring you Mum. So now you know all my story, I guess you’re not too filled with glory.” And for the bad things I have done, I was kept at school and was late for Mum. Oh No!